We found ourselves always torn between the mothers in our heads and the women we needed to become simply to stay alive.With one fo...ot in the past and another in the future, we hobbled through first love, motherhood, marriage, divorce, careers, menopause, widowhood--never knowing what or who we were supposed to be, staking out new emotional territory at every turn--like pioneers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Whist Partner: Great Caesar's Ghost. A woman! In the Club.Phileas Fogg: My dear, I must ask you to leave these precincts at ...once. No woman has ever set foot in the Club.Aouda: Why not?Phileas Fogg: Because that could spell the end of the British Empire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,Men were deceivers ever,...One foot in sea and one on shore,To one thing constant never:Then sigh not so, but let them go,And be you blithe and bonny,Converting all your sounds of woeInto Hey nonny, nonny.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,So flewed, so sanded; and their heads are hung...With ears that sweep away the morning dew;Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls;Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,Each under each.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The beach-grass is "two to four feet high, of a sea-green color," and it is said to be widely diffused over the world. In the Hebr...ides it is used for mats, pack-saddles, bags, hats, etc.: paper has been made of it at Dorchester in this State, and cattle eat it when tender. It has heads somewhat like rye, from six inches to a foot in length, and it is propagated both by roots and seeds. To express its love for sand, some botanists have called it Psamma arenaria, which is the Greek for sand, qualified by the Latin for sandy,--or sandy sand. As it is blown about by the wind, while it is held fast by its roots, it describes myriad circles in the sand as accurately as if they were made by compasses.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

We have heard that a few days after this, when the Provincetown Bank was robbed, speedy emissaries from Provincetown made particul...ar inquiries concerning us at this lighthouse. Indeed, they traced us all the way down the Cape, and concluded that we came by this unusual route down the back side and on foot in order that we might discover a way to get off with our booty when we had committed the robbery. The Cape is so long and narrow, and so bare withal, that it is well-nigh impossible for a stranger to visit it without the knowledge of its inhabitants generally, unless he is wrecked on to it in the night. So, when this robbery occurred, all their suspicions seem to have at once centered on us two travelers who had just passed down it. If we had not chanced to leave the Cape so soon, we should probably have been arrested. The real robbers were two young men from Worcester County who traveled with a centre-bit, and are said to have done their work very neatly. But the only bank that we pried into was the great Cape Cod sand-bank, and we robbed it only of an old French crown piece, some shells and pebbles, and the materials of this story.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

I'd never set foot in San Francisco. Of all the Sodoms and Gomorrahs in our modern world, it is the worst. There are not 10 righte...ous (and courageous) men there. It needs another quake, another whiff of fire--and--more than all else--a steady trade wind of grapeshot.... That moral penal colony of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »